Sly Fox Sand Dunes Eidolon

The sun was setting again. The dark-furred coyote crouched anxiously over a half-eaten lizard, eyes darting back and forth along the horizon. Candle did not know how long she'd been alone, or if she could take another day wandering aimlessly in the heat like this. She panted lightly and crunched her lizard as the day darkened.

Watching the sky like this, she almost felt the presence of her gods. They were somewhere far away now, too far to hear her prayers. Candle dropped the rest of her lizard into the sand. She wasn't very hungry anymore.